[ If Jerry was thrown that the soldier came down to visit him, he didn't show it. But he didn't buy surprise. Not even for a second. It lacked that sharp, acrid scent of genuine shock. So at first, Jerry just stood there. Still as a statue but for slightly tilting his head as he inspected the man.
The era was one he recognized. The 40's had treated him quite well. All those grieving women. In such desperate need of a man's help. Posing as a wounded soldier, sent home from the war. He had one of the largest, most successful nests of his time back them. He missed how gullible and trusting people had been.
And he's just going to keep staring at Bucky, with those cold, dark eyes. His face serious. Hungry. Until he figures out what the man wants. ]
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The era was one he recognized. The 40's had treated him quite well. All those grieving women. In such desperate need of a man's help. Posing as a wounded soldier, sent home from the war. He had one of the largest, most successful nests of his time back them. He missed how gullible and trusting people had been.
And he's just going to keep staring at Bucky, with those cold, dark eyes. His face serious. Hungry. Until he figures out what the man wants. ]